Every morning I wake up early
But fail to witness a beautiful dawn
I can see some pigeons flyin' around
But where have the sparrows gone
I sit in my car and drive around
And feel the city needs a correction
Journey is on, but the end's nowhere
As I fail to find the right direction
I see a million faces around
Grumpy, joyous and even masked
Every one seems busy answering
The question that was never asked
I wish they ban plastic
The bag is not all I mean
All of us are deeply intrigued
But none of us is really keen
Innocence is a mirage they say
But the chase at times is a must
Dirty shoes and blackened hearts
Are all makings of the Urban Dust.
Beautifully written..
ReplyDeleteThank you Rahul! :)
Delete:)) Truly beautiful but i wish it is not for one particular person in your life
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. :) You need not be anonymous.
DeleteLoved it totally!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Shesha! Glad that you liked it! :)
Delete"I wish they ban plastic
ReplyDeleteThe bag is not all I mean!"
I too find Plasticity in characters as the worst aspect! But unlike the common perception, I'm not sure that this is purely an urban phenomenon...
"And feel the city needs a correction" "none of us is really keen" that is so true and in the end we all get such a helpless feeling!
Very nice work indeed!!
Rochna- I too agree that plasticity is not only an urban phenomenon. I just used it here for creative convenience. :) Thank you for reading and providing the feedback. Hope to see you here more often :)
DeleteThis is brilliant. Simple brilliant.
ReplyDelete"I see a million faces around
Grumpy, joyous and even masked
Every one seems busy answering
The question that was never asked"
- My favorite.
Keep writing, Mr. Anant. Your thoughts are awesome. :)
Thank you so much Lebnox. :) These lines are my favorite too ;)
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